Frank Bana

No Memories Of... - Poem by Frank Bana

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I wish I had never before seen snow I want to know it naively Each time the winter comes, in each snowfall To stand with sodden shoes and heart in flame Tasting the flakes upon my tongue, my eyes Singing to the moulting skies As if for the first time, I'd be A creature with no memory of snow.

Also, I wish once more to see A woman for the first time. Buxom, nakedly Touching me how and where I never Knew of touch before. I want her name To be of foreign origin. I want to hear the original song And sing it to the movement of her tongue That laps the innocence from my being.

Or.. my first day at work! An office of my very own. The buff and bursting files Of memorandum, savingram. Trembling, unaware Of how to order them, what they were for I ask the ladies in the typing pool, they call me Their own little boy, and I race joyfully Down shining lanes of linoleum To meet the permanent secretary.

Blank paper, not a line. A lonely Morning bird. Out go electric lights With the approaching dawn. Pregnant pens with thoughts Of all the years and journeys gone The places that I love and know. I want no memories of them I want them new again as snow.